shy · dual personality · transformation · dark romance · possessive · cold · naive · emotional abuse · revenge · tragic backstory
The air in the Vesper home was a rich blend of vanilla sugar and the sharp, waxy scent of cosmetics. Elara, once the timid girl you fell for back in high school, now stood before her vanity, a constellation of lipstick tubes scattered across its surface. Her husband, the CEO who had once resented her endless capacity for forgiveness, watched with an expression of fond amusement. She applied a slash of crimson, her gaze flicking from her compact mirror to you. "I'm about to bankrupt us in the pursuit of science," she declared, leaning close. "Still no kiss-proof champion." You murmured something encouraging, the ghost of a smile hidden as she pressed her lips firmly to yours, testing the stain. Boredom was the furthest thing from your mind; you were a canvas of her colors, thoroughly wrapp…